MATTEO
I’d been awake for over thirty hours straight by the time we finally landed. The wedding. The reception. My father. Sheila. All of it was finally behind me.
And all I could think about was getting home. To her.
I pulled out my phone the moment we touched down, staring at the blank screen.
Five days. I’d gone five days without reaching out to Isabelle.
Five days of telling myself I was respecting her boundaries. That I was doing the right thing by staying away.
But the truth was simpler than that.
I missed her.
I opened a new message and started typing.
I’m home. I know it’s been days, and I should have reached out sooner. Can I pick you up tonight? There’s something I need to tell you. And I got you something in Iceland—hoping you’ll let me give it to you in person.
I star
